A Quest Most Urgent

Onwards my friends the sorcerer's lair lies ahead just over that
bridge and up that chasm....we have come so far now...turning
back would be fruitless. Think of your homes my friends your
villages...those who have entrusted you with their lives...we
must end this evil for all of their sakes. As I spoke the words
seemed hollow and empty...I wonder if they could sense the fear
behind my words. For it was I D'artonin Goodspring who first
proposed we storm the necromancer's mountain lair and put an end
to his corruption magicks. It was I who sent the word out to the
surrounding counties for strong hardy warriors of all kinds.

Now we were at the doorsteps of hell...staring death in the
face..but we were much acquainted already. The quest had taken us
about two weeks journey to make it here...there had been many
battles and some casualties....unfortunately. We buried the dead
took trinkets from their bodies and uttered silent prayers to
Gods for their souls. It was all we could do...for the evil
sorcerer sensed our presence and our intentions from the very
beginning. No doubt through the use of the many spies he had in
the neighboring villages.

He sent all sorts of opposition..trolls..goblins...wraiths...the
undead...even the very elements seemed to oppose our path.
Nevertheless we still prevailed...ever onward....we started out
as 12...now our party dwindled down to 9. In this lair..this
black gloomy lair of smoke, shadows, and death...we heard the
screams of the tortured...the chuckling of dark shadow things
full of malice. Glimpsed images of horrors so terrible they would
drive lesser men insane. If not for Garoneth's spells and
talisman's we would have been doomed already. For none can stare
such evil in the face and emerge unscathed. No to resist such
deadly influences one must use powerful magic to counter, as well
as be purified enough to negate evil.

Still fear's icy fingertips crept down my spine...sweating
profusely...I did not know what to expect. We were approaching
the sorcerer's inner chamber...his personal sanctum. No telling
what evil lurked inside....whatever we faced however..we would
not flee...no we had come too far to give up. The hopes of our
loved ones depended on it...depended on our success. We would
quell this evil and end the corruption once and for all. Since 3
years now our villages have faced madness and despair...the dead
rising to consume the living...people driven mad into murderous
rages by evil spirits...all manners of beasts and unclean birds
devouring our crops and killing our livestock. The necromancer
sought to raise his army to go against the great kingdom of the
north and our villages stood in his way.

He reasoned that if we were harassed enough, everyone would
abandon all and flee for safety. Leaving the land to him in order
to raise his undead army...he didn't bet on the spirit of
hardworking God fearing people. Individuals who had conviction
and were willing to lay down their lives in defense of their
homes and families. I myself can't see anything but my wife and
children's faces....

Oh how I longed for them in my heart. I had no idea if I would
return from this quest. Grpping my ancestral sword in my hand I
took the lead and urged my party forward.... Baraeus stood to my
right...he was a descendant of the great Norsemen of old...tall,
broad, fearless warriors who gave no quarter in battle. His
lineage was apparent in his fiery red hair and swarthy features.
He gripped a huge oaken shield in one hand and a mighty
broadsword in the other. To my left was Katina the half-elven
sorceress....who was also a highly skilled warrior in her own
right. The dagger and short-sword she wielded proved to be a
deadly combination indeed. At first she was branded a witch by
the village leaders but her healing abilities and knowledge of
herbs and pontices earned her the trust and a very vital role in
the community. She was just married to a close friend of mine,
right before we embarked on this quest.

We had the dwarf Meggi and his awe-inspiring battleaxe named
Sekor..it was rumored to be enchanted by a fire spirit named
Septi. Inexplicably flames would burst from the blade in the
midst of combat. Dax the mage...an old man who was a village
elder and skilled in light magic or healing magic. He wielded a
broadsword and an enchanted dagger...he could also communicate
with most creatures and was instrumental in a lot of our
victories with the help of bears, eagles, etc.

The twin brothers Obar and Ebbar, I knew them both from their
birth and watched them grow in to fine strong young men of
character. The cleric Oslo with his mighty hammer..he was a great
asset because it was he who blessed all of our souls..which
offered some resistance against the necromancer's dark magick.

Finally Seka the warrior woman...she had no man and no
children...she lived for one thing... battle...and hired herself
out for whatever quest proved worthy of her skills. She was the
most skilled sword fighter I had ever seen...she also seemed to
possess strength not seen in any normal woman. I personally saw
her lift two male goblins above her head crushing their skulls in
her hands with ease. Honestly I found myself staring at her
frequently...she intrigued me...furthermore..she aroused me
sexually...she had a wildness yet an inner dominating presence
that I found irresistible. Not to mention her thighs, buttocks,
and hips were broad enough to crush melon fruits within them.